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Open To Closure
Some words on life, death, and everything between
I never really mourned. Not in life, love — or death.
Not really anyway. I didn’t let myself just feel it and go through what we all need to when sustaining a loss, there often aren’t correct or accurate words for.
I mean, there are ones we all say to another — just not right or good ones.
What there is, is just being there for each other in those moments, in whatever way feels most appropriate, to each of us. Just being. Feeling.
We can place the loss in our thoughts for a few moments a day and actual prayers at night, rather than live it in our daily lives. However please understand regardless of which you chose, I’m not judging — because either way, I get it and I’ve been there.
Shit sucks. It hurts. But the thing is, you gotta give yourself room and space to feel it. Fighting it — or trying to anyway — is the emotional equivalent of telling Mike Tyson to pullover in traffic in 1993, it might not end great.
Zero out of ten recommend. I don’t care what Nike said, just don’t do it.
See, even at this moment, I make jokes to disguise the pain, to hide my own — as if I don’t offer it openly when I write. To feel the sting of it less.
